To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 686 - 389
Chapter 686: 389
Chapter 686: 389
“Alright, save the complaints for later; let’s first see what’s going on here.”
Once the dizziness subsided, Xiemen Waidao first went outside and found that his truck had just crashed into the Go game room.
From the outside, the Go room looked like an ordinary room, making it hard to realize that it was another gamer’s playing field.
After looking around for a while, Xiemen Waidao, pacing back and forth at the point of impact, pinched his chin and said, “The Living Immortal really slacked off this time.”
“Why do you say that?” Liuzi asked curiously.
“Formerly, in Fang Cheng’s games, other aspects aside, the scale was assured. But this time, he’s actually combined two scenes, indicating he’s been cutting corners.”
“The performance is the same; however, I think the reason you mentioned is not quite right.” Liuzi began to share his own opinion, “It’s obvious that the game’s computational load is too heavy this time, so it had to resort to this method to save processing power. I’ve seen others design games, and placing scenes in the same area is a common practice, so I don’t think the idea of skimping fits here.”
“That makes sense, 50% realism requires attention to more detail, so they had to use this kind of workaround. Ah, I get it now; I’m about to show off.”
Covering his head, Liuzi looked at Xiemen Waidao and sighed, “I hope what you’re planning to do isn’t what I’m thinking.”
“It’s exactly what you’re thinking.”
“I hate that I understand you so well. But still, I want to say that playing the game this way isn’t quite right; I feel we should play the game the proper way.”
“Like, play chess with a trash-talking AI and then get thrashed by them?”
Liuzi thought of objecting, but remembering Gong Gong’s trash talk, he suddenly lost the urge to speak.
Sensing Liuzi’s mood, Xiemen Waidao continued, “Or in the boxing ring, being beaten by a hulking brute, then watching them gloat and trash talk you afterwards?”
“…”
“Or in a racing game, getting lapped three times, then having to listen to your opponent’s insincere ‘Good race, I could learn a thing or two from you’ after stepping out of the car?”
Liuzi considered these scenarios and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
He had played all three games of “Occupation Simulation,” and each left him slightly infuriated afterward.
The games were indeed highly realistic, but it was precisely because of this realism that the indignation felt afterwards was even more frustrating.
However, this was the only 50% realistic game available, so he had to bear with it, sometimes even having to turn off voice chat.
But even after all that, the AI on the other side still wouldn’t let up, sometimes even coming over with a signboard to jeer at him, making him feel more bullied than entertained.
Thinking of this, he nodded, “Indeed, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.”
“Right? But now you have a chance for revenge, why not take it? Besides, don’t you think this is also part of Fang Cheng’s game content? His games are always known for their Easter eggs, maybe this is another one he’s given us?”
“Hmm…”
Realizing Liuzi was still hesitant, Xiemen Waidao simply said, “How about this, you start up a boxing game, and I’ll come in with some Mud Car Boxing—if you feel it’s wrong, we’ll stop, how about that?”
Liuzi thought it over and felt that Xiemen Waidao might have a point.
After all, trying it out wouldn’t cost anything, so might as well give it a go.
He launched a boxing game and instantly found himself teleported to the boxing ring.
In front of him, a ferocious-looking boxer glared at him, occasionally clashing his cauldron-sized fists together with a dull thud.
Gazing at Liuzi, the massive boxer growled menacingly, “Got a new challenger, huh? I’ll break your ribs one by one, I’m gonna smash your nose so it never stands straight again! I want to knock every tooth out of your mouth, I want to—guak!”
A loud crash echoed as a semi-truck charged in from the entrance, climbed the stairs, and sent Liuzi’s opponent flying.
The boxer soared into the air like a frog, turned into a wall painting upon hitting the wall, and then slowly slid down.
Inside the truck’s cabin, Xiemen Waidao in the driver’s seat flashed a cheerful smile and gave Liuzi a thumbs up as if to say, “I nailed it, didn’t I?”
Though anticipated, witnessing the scene still left Liuzi stunned.
Surrounding him, the referees seemed oblivious to anything amiss.
To save processing power, both the referees and the spectators had just the bare minimum in logical computing ability.
They were unaware that a semi-truck had charged in here and then sent Liuzi’s opponent flying. All they knew was that Liuzi had sent his opponent flying out of the ring, unable to rise again.
The referee solemnly counted for the boxer, who was now pixelated, then stood up and declared Liuzi the victor.
At that moment, the watching audience erupted into deafening cheers. Liuzi, unharmed, was announced as the champion of the boxing match and was allowed to enter the next contest.
As an even more ferocious boxer appeared, Xiemen Waidao had already jumped onto the semi-truck, then, in one breath, knocked this boxer flying out as well.
“Champion, Liuzi!” After finishing the count, the referee shouted, raising Liuzi’s hand.
Amidst the roaring cheers from the crowd, Liuzi felt as if he were dreaming.
Could this game be so simple?
Xiemen Waidao didn’t have as many thoughts as Liuzi; all he had in his mind was smash, smash, smash!
If a wall was in my way, smash!
If the referee was in my way, smash!
The opposite boxer and his coach were prime targets, no need to bother with the others, those two guys must be smashed!
With Xiemen Waidao’s assistance, Liuzi had an unbeatable streak. He smashed his way through everything, cleared the sky, and smashed himself into the champion of the boxing match.
Clutching the gold belt, Liuzi still hadn’t come back to reality.
“Occupation Simulation” was known as the most challenging game in the Fang Cheng series.
The difficulty lay in the fact that the player had to challenge champions of various fields right from the start. Even if the champions intended to take it easy, a champion was still a champion and not someone an average person could defeat.
However, Xiemen Waidao had now completed this challenge in such an unconventional way that Liuzi felt the entire thing was ridiculously absurd.
When Liuzi, still dazed, stepped down with the gold belt, he saw Xiemen Waidao looking at him excitedly: “Liuzi, how does it feel?”
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“It doesn’t feel real at all, and it’s not particularly fun either.”
“Strange, why do I find it so interesting?”
“Maybe because I stood there without moving the whole time.”
“Hmm… makes sense. Let’s switch then. I’ll participate in the Go match, and you help me by running over my opponent with a truck. Go requires a lot of preparation time, so you should be able to aim properly.”
Liuzi’s eyes widened as he looked at Xiemen Waidao, feeling that these were outrageous words.
If you can’t defeat your opponent, will you defeat his body?
Although he felt that the process probably wouldn’t be too much fun, since Xiemen Waidao had helped him win a gold belt already, he could only reluctantly agree.
Allowing Xiemen Waidao to play Go, he started a racing game and then chose a semi-truck.
Seeing the semi-truck Liuzi had chosen, his AI opponent immediately taunted, “You’re actually driving this thing? Are you afraid of losing too gracefully?”
Those words ignited Liuzi’s fury.
Before the referee could announce the start, he jumped onto his semi-truck, and, revving up, ran his opponent to death, then started looking for the Go room.
Xiemen Waidao had already told Liuzi how to find the Go room. It was in an inconspicuous room by the roadside.
Soon, Liuzi spotted an inconspicuous place, then floored the throttle and crashed right in.
Accompanied by Gong Gong’s screams, the walls of the Go room were toppled by Liuzi in one fell swoop, revealing the inside structure.
Trapped under the rubble, Gong Gong trembled like a white frog. Across from him, Xiemen Waidao, holding a Go stone, said disdainfully, “See, this is my ultimate move, Mud Car Avalanche!”
“I’m the one who did the ramming, what are you bragging about?” Liuzi said helplessly.
“It’s the same thing. How does it feel?”
Looking at Gong Gong, still trembling, Liuzi had no choice but to say:
“Kind of exhilarating.”
